I swirl the froth on the top of my coffee cup with the tip of the silver spoon. It looks delicious; light brown chocolate sifted carefully over the white milk. Usually I would really enjoy a freshly brewed cup of coffee, but today I don’t even want it. I want …
Ed
“Why do you keep getting us in these situations?” I asked silently. No reply. I thought for a second he shrugged, as if to say “Hey, I’m just doing my job,” but it was probably just my imagination. I gave him a pat, we were in this mess together afterall. …
Self control – Joel Compton had never really had much of it. He liked to believe he knew exactly when and where it all started becoming a bit loose – the day he first laid eyes on a picture of a naked woman in a men’s magazine. He was only …
I saw it coming. Spreading. Inescapable like the plague. I should’ve known it would’ve been the biology major. They aim for the root of things. “So are you two-“ his finger twirls between us like twisting spaghetti “a thing?” “Jesus,” I say, half to myself, half to Marko, who is …
I sit patiently at a café. It’s been five minutes and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve been stood up by my first official online date. Eventually, he arrives with a barrage of apologies and plonks himself opposite me. He wonders if I would like a coffee. I am …
In a small dingy bar, people from across the town had gathered up after a day’s work for a moment of peace. The next day, many of them were going to elect the new mayor among the two nobles who had been contesting the position for the past 25 years. …
“Tattoos,” said the woman, the glint in her eye ensnaring me, pulling me away from my cafe quietude. I was trapped. She was beautiful, in an insane sort of way, her hair flung about as wildly as her words in the air. “Excuse me?” I asked, though I knew she …
Madame Defarge pointed at the captured nobleman, a strong aroma of wine clinging to her like an invisible fog. The bloodthirsty crowd around the guillotine was a moving mass of screaming peasants, death on their tongues and weapons in their hands. “Down with the aristocrats!” Defarge declared, and the blade …
It was Grandma with me, and my cousin Nick. Nick is about my age. We walked through the familiar doors of the Club and after the $7.50 pot and parma Grandma retired to the pokies. It had been 45 minutes which I thought was enough time and so Nick and …
Ever since the invention of the cell phone, there’s a shortage of old fashioned pay phones around the city. They disappeared, dinosaurs of an age when we were stuck to a makeshift plastic barrier, pretending we had privacy to make our calls out in the street. The very last one …